Luyện nghe bài hát It Was Written [Explicit]

Six million to die
(Took a lot to get this nigga)
Six million to get rich
(Huh, hah)

Everybody telling me "make a club record"
You trapping no more, stop making drug records
You got a daughter bout to come, making thug records
I brought that money back fast, I had the flexing
Welcome to Harlem, el Barrio, that's the section
Hit your bitch with my jeans on, ain't making naked
I got for my loco but I know cuz reckless
I ain't gotta sleep in the projects, I did stressing
My was a rolling stone but taught me one lesson
Do dirt by yourself, your friends be the ones telling
I knew it broke my heart to know her son selling
I had in my dresser, trifling as ever
I had a Biggie featured me on Life After
I be with my same niggas, I really like rappers
Niggas make a song for nothing but they nice actors
Go and get a movie role, low bagging up rolls, raw shit
I come from a block where you seen it but saw shit
I be at the juice bar, my grass and bark shit
My just came from up north, he want to park shit
teach him something bout life and how we started
Lower poverty, homies from jail calling me
Playing the number everyday but hit the lottery
Liquor store on every corner, as well get drunk
I remember that free lunch wasn't shooting, we would jump
Niggas the end of the blunt, traps load up
I papi I got him by the end of the month
I was thinking bout 550's with the cinnamon
These shots'll blow your mind away, now your memory
And memory of, I got a JF buzz
Presidential called enterprise, I need rental
Tryna take a down to North Carolina
Maybe buy some Ferrigamo, I'm so on the commas

If you never been broke it's be hard to feel me
Only Allah get my flow, it's gon' be hard to me
say practice make perfect, we at it every day
Thinking about that consignment, sometimes I paid
It was written I'm gifted, homie learn something
Conversations bout paper homie, let's burn
It was I'm gifted, homie come learn something
bout paper homie, let's burn something

It's hard to stop what's already in
I ain't gotta hit your blunt, I've been smoking
G Star denims on my Shmurda
In '08 my mental was on some murder shit
Cause nothing was work
Just to pass the started working out
Me and my nigga Jay from way back
He a Bronx nigga, met him in
Butch crib, met up with
Imagine Nas you, hell of a dream
pinch me
Promise nothing say ever getting to me
Used to House Party, not kidding play listen to me
This that talk make the hustlers want to open shop
This that stash house talk, don't let 'em know the
This that talk that got my city wanting to rap
This all black everything like an African
This that of the summer in a trench coat
Glock 19 reminding of how you been broke

If you never broke it's gon' be hard to feel me
Only Allah get my flow, it's be hard to kill me
say practice make perfect, we at it every day
Thinking about that consignment, I never paid
It was written I'm gifted, homie learn something
Conversations bout homie, let's burn something
It was written I'm gifted, come learn something
Conversations bout homie, let's burn something

I talked my way up out the projects nigga
Put your mind to it, anything is haha
From a in the wall, yeah
Now we in the presidential man
Top floor, flower for bust nigga
Harlem,